Now That We Cohabitate

My boyfriend and I recently moved in together.  It has taken some adjusting.

There are some things I should probably stop doing now that we live together:

1.  Sleeping with stuffed balls.  

What was once a cute pink heart has now stretched out and faded into a pair of flesh-colored, saggy balls.  Those balls have seen better days, but oh how I loved this pillow in its original glory.  

"I'll miss you, balls."

2.  Biting my toenails.
I should probably invest in some "nail clippers" or whatever people call them.

3.  Farting at will.

This looks like it could soon become sharting, if it hasn't already.

4.  Neutering things.

This makes guys uncomfortable.

5.  Falling asleep on the toilet.

Not the most pleasing thing for your boyfriend to walk in on.  This is also why I should just take those balls and throw them away burn them.

6.  Watching the Mentalist.  

It's a terrible show that makes me swoon.

"I'll get you, Simon Baker!"

7.  Pooping in the corner.

Or maybe I should just stop measuring it afterwards?

Yes, this whole cohabitation thing has been a difficult adjustment, particularly for me.  I think the biggest thing I've had to get used to is just having Chris all up in my space.

Why is my bed so lumpy?

This armrest is bony.

I love you Chris, but smother me much?